Lyrics:
mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!
Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I don't see many
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up in a pond
commit
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us to shame
It's a Mr. like you
That puts
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
and leavin her ass with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
. Rosenberg
Now you're livin' life up in the fast lane, Mr. Rosenberg
Always with a bad dame gettin' mad brain, Mr. Rosenberg
Feels like I've been gone for
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr. from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us to shame
honor roll, but honored up in them streets
'Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya
Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
bladder
You mumble like goo-goo-goo ga-ga
You are baby, you need a pamper
You kill rap motherfucker, you cancer
I kill you motherfucker, put hands up
Hands
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave
Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr. from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us to shame
You a fuckin' pretender
My lil brother look at me
And he know it's own
Before I go to school he up jammin' my song
It's crazy cause I'm lookin' at
Him
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all
a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'm a shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face
in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in
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